Chapter 7 – Cross The Line
"Guess who's going to show you around, miss?"
The moment she heard that voice her heart skipped a beat. Chesca turned to find herself in front of the blond hair, the nose and the smile she loved and had missed so dearly; Paul Levesque was right there on Raw, and the first thing she felt natural to do was to run into his arms. Hunter, although surprised by his now former rookie's display of affection, held the young woman's body for a few seconds, his hand caressing her smooth and wavy hair: he suddenly understood how much of a daughter she had become to him.
"Erm, I," the half-Italian said once she had pulled off him, realising how impulsive she had been. "I'm-"
"Happy to see you." The seventeen-time World Champion smiled, slightly pinching the girl's nose, who blushed. "Ready for your visit, Ches?" He offered an arm to her; the rookie nodded and mirrored her favourite wrestler's smile, sneaking her slim hand under his huge forearm as they started walking through the main corridor.
~#~
"These corridors are long. Are we trekking to your locker room?"
"That's one good thing about the arena being so spaced out; a lot of dark corners." He stopped Katie in her tracks, firmly pushing her shoulders to the white wall and leaning close to her ear. "For doing dark deeds." She laughed lightly when he let his grip loosen so she could carry on walking as if nothing was going on.
"Is this how you flirt? Didn't you learn your lesson the last time you walked into a closet with me?"
"Oh, you'll get what's coming to you, don't you worry."
"I doubt that." They turned a corner; the Nexus locker room seemed to be completely isolated from every other locker room in the building, they were pretty much deep in the back. He grinned as she ignored him.
"Maybe I should handcuff you naked somewhere and leave you."
"That's sort of alright by me." Katie halted, looking up at him. "I don't mind a bit of exhibition whereas you're the one who likes secrets." He pushed her up against the sets of steel ladders stacked on top of each other, rubbing his hands up her sides and under her shirt.
"Dirty secrets." He whispered in her ear, a low growl escaping him when she brushed her hand against his dress pants. She felt like complying this once.
"Naughty secrets."
"But secrets nonetheless." Stu pulled her hand away forcefully and then smirked at her fazed expression. After an expel of air, he spoke lowly, closer than ever. "I know you want me."
"No." The woman shook her head, dismissing any assumptions. She poked her forefinger into his chest, his pectorals tensing from the fast pang of intrusion. Her teeth sunk into his earlobe without a second thought. "You want me."
"So, I'm sure that you've met some of the guys before." He started walking to the end of the corridor, chattering over his shoulder to her, referring to the other members of the Nexus. She caught up, confused at how swiftly he had changed the subject. This must have been all a part of his teasing agenda, perhaps it was something to get used to. "A few of them were still at FCW when you were there, I think."
"Yeah and they were just as bad then as they are now."
"Tell them that, Katie. I bet they'd love to hear it from a rookie."
"You know I will."
"And that's the problem." Stu reminded her, his hand gripped onto the door handle to the Nexus locker room. "You have no idea when you should keep your mouth shut." Katie clasped her hands together, staring up at him innocently.
"I thought you liked my mouth open and waiting..."
"Stop that now." He reprimanded, opening the door to be greeted by the other six members of the Nexus minus Skip Sheffield, who had managed to break his leg during one of the house shows a few weeks back. "Lads, you've met my rookie Katie, right?" They all mumbled a 'hello' in one way or another before going about their business, getting ready for the show. Katie smiled at them politely but couldn't wait to get away from them, especially her pro.
"Well as fun as this has been, I'm going to find Lou and Ches." She patted her hand against Stu's broad shoulder softly. "Think you can cope without being stuck to my side for an hour or so?"
"I don't care what you do."
"Nah, of course you don't." She winked, turning her attention back to the pairs of eyes watching their exchange. "Nice seeing you guys again." Stu rubbed a hand over his face, scratching the light stubble on his manly jaw line as she backed away to the door.
"She's lying when she says that by the way. She can't stand you, Otunga, but that's beside the point." He turned back, licking his lips at her before she left. She had no idea what punishments he had in store for her, and he was going to love every minute of administering them. He turned back to his co-workers with the most serious face he could have possibly conjured up in that moment. "Anyway, let's go over the strategy for tonight's show..."
~#~
As Triple H and Chesca came out of the room where the episode's director usually controlled everything in front of a million television screens, they took off in the offices' direction, still talking to one another. The San Franciscan couldn't help but be radiant with joy, having her favourite wrestler with her for a while. That hour and a half with him spent hanging around the hallways had served its purpose of finally get relaxed, not worrying about every single one of her problems. That man was surely a downer to her.
"I'm sure you don't have such a thing in FCW, do you?" Hunter asked the half-Italian, sending her a smile. She nodded, pushing a tuft of hair behind her ear.
"Everything's easier there." Chesca replied, as they walked towards the offices again. "We just have a video camera, it's a miracle the commentators have mics, too." Trips chuckled, slipping a key out of his back pocket; he pushed the small piece of metal inside the locker and opened the wooden door, letting the young woman enter before him.
"The famous general manager's office?" The girl asked, folding her arms on her chest covered by a grey 'Property of WWE' t-shirt.
"It is," Hunter answered, approaching the desk to take the papers lying on it. "It's our last stop." Suddenly, the San Franciscan felt a lump forming in her throat. She wasn't ready to let go of her mentor again, but she still kept a smile on her face as he walked around the room, recollecting things he'd have brought home with him.
"It's actually a great thing though," she said, almost in an inaudible voice. "The first and last time I visited backstage happened with you as my guide so I'm happy with that."
"Last?" Trips asked, raising his eyebrows in a puzzled expression. "What makes you think so?"
"Oh come on," she said, widening her arms and letting them fall to her sides. "Do you think I'm going to win NXT?"
"But it has just started, Ches." Hunter told her, getting closer to the small woman and placing his hands on her shoulders. "You're not thinking you're not in the others' league, are you?" Chesca turned her head, biting hard on her lower lip; she was actually trying to keep herself from crying.
"Things have gone downhill since you've gone, Paul." She answered honestly as a couple of tears slowly trickled down her cheeks. "The only match I won was against that idiotic Barbie, I lost to Katie and got hit in the head, and while both my best friends have those two psychopaths by their side, I'm left alone!" Levesque looked at her, his father persona coming out all at once as he listened to her rant. He knew he had to carry at least a part of the guilt, he knew she was feeling that way also because of him.
"It's just a bad per-"
"And, finally," she added, with a sudden, stressed gesture of her hands. "When I think I've found a man I'm truly interested in, he forgets to tell me he's married!"
"Chesca, calm down!" The blond wrestler slightly shook her and tried to make her look at him in his hazel eyes; he took her chin between his fingers, and forced her to fix her chocolate, deep and sad pupils in his orbs. "Just listen to me, please." The girl swallowed hard, wiping the tears away from her face with her palms; she couldn't actually believe she was crying like a child in front of her favourite wrestler.
"If I could, believe me when I say I'd rather stay here and guide you through NXT rather than getting this stupid bicep operated on." He gave her a soft smile. "But it's not my choice. And you already know how sorry I am about leaving you." She had to admit that he had been apologising for a good hour the week before. He had to go, and it didn't depend on him.
"It's," she spoke, looking down at her sneakers. "It's not your fault, I know."
"At least a bit it is, but," he chuckled. "It's no one's fault. Do you know how many matches I won when I started?" His forefinger and his thumb connected to form a perfect zero. "But the point is, your career, your...your life," he smiled at her once again. "It's just begun." A few seconds of silence passed, in which Chesca use all of her efforts to smile back at the man that meant so much to her and was treating her like a member of his family.
"Paul?"
"Yeah."
"Who's my new pro?"
"You'd like to know that, don't you?" Hunter quickly brushed a finger on the tip of her nose. "I promised you it will be someone alike to you and that will do anything to get you to the end of the competition." Paul said. "Tomorrow it's Tuesday, so you just have to wait." Chesca, even if still devoured by curiosity, felt better already. She looked at the man in front of her with grateful eyes, accepting the handkerchief he was lending her to wipe the tears still on her face; he pulled her in his big arms again, wanting to reassure her even more.
"Will you be coming to see me in the final?" She asked, finally giving him a genuine smile as they approached the door.
"When you and your new pro will be standing in the ring after you've been proclaimed the winner," he told her, gently pinching one of her cheeks, "I'll jump over the barricade and celebrate with you." Hunter added, "It's a promise." The Game winked an eye at her, she finally had true hope inside her heart that things would have gone her way very soon; the shadow of a man appeared in the doorway, and the couple stopped on their path.
"What in the world are you doing here?" A familiar, husky voice came from a smiling man in front of them; long, brown hair, a baseball cap on top of his head, and a pair of unmistakable shiny blue eyes raked over them.
"What are you doing here, Shawn?" Hunter replied to the slightly smaller man, pulling him in for a brother-like hug. "I'm here showing the place to my rookie." Shawn Michaels looked at Chesca, sending her a smile and taking her hand in his to place a quick kiss on it.
"Can I join the tour?" He asked, the half-Italian immediately nodding; she wasn't going to send a legend away. The three started to walk down the corridor, but not for too long.
"Mr Levesque, Mr Michaels…" They heard someone clear their throat behind their backs, Chesca's blood freezing at the sound of that voice. "Can Ah have a moment wit' yer rookie?" Drew Galloway had appeared in the hallway, a feeble smile on his thin lips, his beautiful eyes looking tired, and his car keys still in his hand. Paul glanced at Chesca, her clenched jaw showing she definitely wasn't happy to see the Scotsman; he decided not to say anything but just mirror his smile and place a firm hand on the girl's shoulder.
"Ches?"
"Excuse me for just a second." She nodded to her former pro and Michaels, both of them taking a few steps down the corridor and leaving the two alone. As Drew got closer, she moved backwards and planted her brown orbs in his blue ones; she wouldn't have crumbled again.
"Chesca..." He sighed.
"What do you want from me, Drew?"
"Ah want tae apologise." He begged in a low voice, his best efforts in trying not to appear weak in front of her.
"Apologise?" She chuckled, brushing a hand through her hair. "Alright then, tell me you're sorry once again and disappear from my life."
"Ah don't want tae lose ye," he cracked a smile, a sweet tone still in his voice. "Yer an amazing lass and-"
"If you were thinking all these nice things about me, Galloway," she shot back, "You'd hav-." Drew's hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her into him as he leant down to crash his lips down on hers: Chesca's hands cupped his face, all her muscles used to try and send him away; he tasted good as she remembered it, the pleasure of something beautiful and forbidden hit her like it did that night. She didn't want to crumble once again though, and she finally managed to free herself from his mouth, taking a deep breath.
"Goodbye, Drew." The half-Italian turned on her heels and went where Trips and the Heartbreak Kid were chatting, joining them in going outside the building. The Scotsman stomped his fist on the wall, not understanding what had been preventing him from crying his heart out to her; he had felt something the night they had met and he didn't regret anything, he wanted to tell her that things with Taryn weren't going as good as they once were and that maybe they could find a way to be together. He slowly walked towards the part of the corridor he had come from, thinking that maybe he had wasted time travelling all the way to Raw, hoping to sort things out with the San Franciscan girl. He left the arena without even saying a word to his best friends, lost somewhere in the locker rooms with their rookies. It really was time for him to head back to Smackdown, and forget about everything.
~#~
"Oh my god, why the hell is he head banging?" Lou giggled at a younger Stephen during his days at Irish Whip Wrestling. She was advised to have a look at his past career just to see how far he had come so that she could map out a pathway for herself. The moment he had lent her the DVD, she called up Chesca and Katie, telling them to meet her in the green room during Raw.
"This is classic." Katie laughed along as the camera panned to Stu who was supposed to be warming up his body in the middle of the ring. His hair was short and mousey brown, his face less angular and more angelic, if that was even the correct word to use. He wore a black and navy tank top which he quickly whipped off and black wrestling trunks with his ring surname, Sanders, emblazoned on his backside in white lettering. "Look at Stu stood in the ring like a right lemon." Chesca pointed to the screen, unbelieving that he was the same man that was 'bullying' one of her best friends now.
"He's so lanky. Where are his muscles?"
"I guess he left them at the gym." The Londoner's quip earned her a shared giggle. Their laughter came to an abrupt stop upon hearing the door swing open to reveal a sweaty Stephen.
"Girls, what're yeh doin'?"
"Nice trunks, Ste." The New Yorker smiled as he perched himself on the edge of one of the leather sofas. She leant into him ever so slightly, her voice low. "I can see everything." Stephen let out a hearty chuckle, switching looks between his rookie and the television set.
"Ah know that yer impressed, lass. Don' even lie."
"Ooh that reminds me...How was your date with Brett?" Lou punched her friend in the arm, watching as Stephen uncomfortably straightened up in the corner of the green room. He narrowed his eyes at the thought of Brett taking his rookie out to have some fun without him. He wanted to be the one to do that but it was like NXT was a huge barrier in the way of them.
"Katie!"
"What? I need to know these things. He's a good kisser, isn't he?"
"I wouldn't know and it wasn't a date." Stephen silently breathed a sigh of relief. "We went for a burger after the show and then he drove me home. That's it."
"Was it worth it?" Chesca chimed in, eyes set firmly on the New Yorker's face. It looked as if she didn't understand what they were talking about.
"Huh?" The half-Italian rolled her eyes; 'huh' was not an appropriate answer.
"The burger, was it good? Or is that code for something?"
"It was a serious, legitimate burger with jack cheese and relish, okay?"
"Oh, that sounds so good. Now I want a burger." Katie moaned. "Ste, wanna take me out after the show?"
"Ah would, lass, but Ah thought Stu was keepin' yeh on a tight leash."
"It could be our little secret..." Katie's eyes widened at what she had just said. The thought of Stu telling her that at his house rang through her mind; another secret would be too many to cope with. "You know what, never mind." She waved her hand in front of her face, dispelling any further conversation. They watched the match transpiring on the DVD for a while, Stephen hiding in shame at some of his less practised manoeuvres, until the door opened once again. It was clearly Stu from the deep English brogue that sounded before he even stepped inside the already restricting room.
"You better be staying out of trouble." Katie smirked when she saw the look on his face; a blush hit him upon seeing his younger self on the television set, not quite sure what he was doing.
"Well, if it isn't the other Chuckle brother..." Lou picked up where Katie had left off.
"Hey Sanders, nice black panties."
"Where did you get this?" He pushed his rookie's arm, waiting for an answer with his arms folded over his broad chest.
"Ste lent it to Lou for her to watch." She replied innocently, the corners of her mouth etching upwards with every word she said. "I didn't think it was possible for you to prance around in something smaller than you already do."
"Did you invite them here on purpose, Ste?"
"Ah didn't know anythin' about it. Katie doesn't need any more ammo fer yeh, fella." Chesca tore her eyes away from the screen, focusing her comment on an almost irate Stu.
"I like how it says 'Sanders' on your ass."
"Yeah, I guess it's on there because you tend to talk out of your arse all the time. It makes sense." Stu growled, pushing the eject button on the player and throwing it back at Stephen who effortlessly caught it in one of his large hands. He made his way over to his rookie, pulling her up from the sofa by her forearm.
"Alright, leave your friends now; you're coming back with me." She attempted to shake him off; he was seething over absolutely nothing. Embarrassment was not something he experienced often.
"Let go of me. You can't tell me what to do."
"Do you want to be running drills at five in the morning again?" She most certainly did not. Turning back to the girls and Stephen, who were stood more or less in shock at Stu's manhandling, Katie smiled and was escorted to the door.
"I'll catch you guys later." Stephen twirled the disc around his finger for a while before putting it back in its box. He turned to the girls on the sofa.
"Yeh know what? We should all go." He spoke lowly, his hand gripped on the door handle, the other held the DVD. "Ah need to get ready fer me match." Lou nodded, standing up with Chesca.
"I'll meet you in your locker room then."
"Grand."
"Bye, Ste."
"Stay outta trouble, Ches."
~#~
Lou glanced at Chesca and giggled, her eyes landed on the crown set next to Stephens suitcase. She picked it up and placed it neatly on her head. "What do you think Ches?"
"I think it looks stupid." Lou frowned at her friend. She was right. Of course it looked stupid. She grinned and picked up his cape; it was huge but she slung it over her shoulders and twirled around.
"Now what do you think?"
"Much better, your stupid look is now complete."
"Cheer up cookie, everything will be okay." Lou smiled sincerely at Chesca, still upset that her pro was injured. "Hey, if I do my best Sheamus impression will that cheer you up?" Chesca rolled her eyes and sat down on the bench. Lou held her arms out and roared ending in a giggle as Chesca' eyes lit up, all she needed was something to take her mind off the night's events. Her laughter soon stopped as she heard the locker room door click shut. She spun around, the heavy green fabric brushing against the hard carpeted floor. Her eyes settled on Stephen as a snicker from Chesca filled the room.
"Is this what yeh do when Ah leave yeh alone fer two minutes?" He raised an eyebrow before letting his eyes rake from the crown on her head to the cape around her shoulders.
"I was getting them warmed up for you." She grinned as he stepped closer to her; gently taking the crown off her head and setting it back down.
"Yeh know what happens when yeh mess with me stuff." She raised an eyebrow, curious as to where he was going. He pushed the cape off her shoulders, draping it across the bench. "Ches, how're ya lass? Yeh seen any more o' Drew?" Lou scolded him with her gaze and punched him in the arm.
"No, I'll leave you both to it." Chesca stood up and smiled briefly at the pair before slipping out of the room.
"What was that fer?" Stephen rubbed his arm as he stared her down. She shook her head and left him so she could change. She was going to escort him out to the ring; she jumped at the chance when he had asked her. She didn't reply to him, he was an idiot if he didn't know when to keep his mouth shut.
Stephen sighed and watched as Lou stood staring in the mirror, pulling her altered green and gold Celtic cross shirt down. She had turned it into a tank top and cut the collar, she knew Stephen wouldn't complain about a bit of cleavage. "Do I look okay?" She caught him staring at her out of the corner of her eye.
"Ah...Er...Yeh look good." He turned back to rummage through his suitcase. She sighed, ever since her encounter with Brett he had been funny with her. She left the small shower room, slowing pacing her way towards him. Her hand reached out landing softly on his firm bicep. He glanced at her hand letting his eyes travel up to her blue orbs.
"Stephen -"
"Ah'm not jealous." He stared defiantly at her, unsure of why those were his choice of words.
"What?" He ran a hand over his facial hair as she stood astonished at his outburst.
"Forget it." She frowned at his unusual behaviour letting her hand drop to her side.
"I won't forget it, what's wrong?"
"What's yeh history wit' Brett?"
"Do you think that's any of your business?"
"In fact Ah think Ah do lass."
"Is this you trying to convince me you're not jealous?" She laughed at him; he frowned and lunged for her. His hands framed her face and his lips came crashing down on hers. He almost knocked her off her feet, but his big arms wrapped around her crushing her against his chest. He pressed a kiss to her nose and rested his forehead against hers.
"Ah'm jealous, Ah want yeh all to meself, Lou. It's not professional, but Ah can't help how Ah feel." Lou stared wide eyed at his confession. It was clear there was a spark between them from day one, but she didn't realise how much she had affected him. He swallowed hard as she didn't say anything back, maybe she didn't want him, and maybe she wanted Brett instead. She saw a flash of insecurity pass through his clear grey eyes. "Yeh don't feel the same do yeh? Ah should'ah kept me big mouth shut."
"You really like me?"
"Ah thought that was pretty obvious, love." He had spilled his heart out, now waiting for her reaction.
"I like you too; I thought that was pretty obvious."
"Yeh do?"
"Yes and not just because you're my pro, or because you have the body of a god although that is a bonus. You're a really great guy, Ste." The smile that graced his face spread across his features, lighting up his eyes.
"Ah'd like to take yeh ou' on a date, if yeh'll let me?"
"For a burger?" She grinned hoping he would find the humour in her joke. His lips were pressed firmly together, no sign of laughter anywhere to be seen. "Sorry." She instantly regretted her little joke. "I would love to go on a date with you."
"Yeh would?" She almost had to laugh; never in a million years would she have thought the man in front of her would be second guessing himself. She leant forward and pressed her lips against his lightly. She figured that would answer her question. A bang on the door ruined their moment.
"Sheamus! You're on in 10!"
"Yeh ready, lass?" She nodded; she couldn't wait especially once she found out what she would be doing. Stephen smirked; he took off his shirt and workout shorts, putting them into his suitcase. She let him be as he got in the zone, putting on his crown and cape. His sceptre rested against the bench.
"Doesn't this whole gimmick get annoying?"
"Ah'm getting to wrestle, that's all Ah care about."
"What about this losing streak?" He sighed at her question, not one ounce of control was held over this storyline. But he couldn't wait to win a match again.
"Come on." He opened the door for her wanting to drop the subject; He smiled, letting her walk out in front of him. He didn't want to think about his unfortunate but unavoidable losing streak, he also didn't want to think about Lou going on that date with Brett. She linked her arm with his as they made their way backstage.
"Lou?" They both turned around to see Ted DiBiase; he was just leaving one of the locker rooms.
"Hey Ted." He hugged her quickly before turning his gaze to the Celtic warrior. Stephen stared on as Ted let go of his pro.
"How's NXT going?"
"Great, it's so much fun and-"
"We have to go." Lou looked up to Stephen as he gripped onto her wrist.
"Yeah I guess, maybe we can catch up another time." She smiled widely as he nodded.
"It's a date, just give me a call." He winked and left the pair to it, walking down the corridor they had just come from.
"Any more DiBiase's Ah should watch out fer? What's the deal wit' Ted?"
"He's married Stephen."
"Yeah and that didn't stop Ches, did it?"
"Are you fucking kidding me? I have male friends you know; before I met you. You're just my pro, you don't have a say over anything else. Got it?" She stormed away from him; the red soles of her heels flashing quickly as she made her way down the corridor. He sighed; his losing streak was cursing him out of the ring too.
Lou stood against the ropes, her eyes landed to Stephen who was pacing up and down. She knew he was in Sheamus mode; she also knew she had contributed to a lot of the aggression he was about to let out on his opponent. She finally thought they were over the small bump in their relationship. She moved over to him and gripped onto his arm stopping his movements. "Good luck." She spoke quietly as Santino Marella's music hit, his on-screen girlfriend Tamina by his side. Lou made her way down the steel steps, coming to stand by the side of the ring in front of the announce table. As soon as the bell rung Stephen had the upper hand.
Lou knew what she had to do; she glanced at Tamina who stood with her hands against the apron. She smirked up at Stephen who glanced down at her; his eyes were glazed over with rage. She moved around the ring toward the Diva, before Tamina had time to think Lou ran at her, knocking her to the floor with a devastating clothes line. She turned to the ring seeing Santino about to hit the cobra. She slipped under the bottom rope and pulled Santino's leg, he fell to the mat face first. The crowd erupted into a chorus of boos. The bell rang and she glanced up just in time to see the ref signalling a DQ. Stephen was fuming as she slipped out of the ring towards the ramp; just another loss to add to the streak.
~#~
"I'm going for a shower." Katie didn't look him in the eye as threw her gym bag down onto the floor and then chucked her hoodie across the hotel room, aiming for her pro on the other side of the bed.
"Woah, what's with the hostility?" Stu shouted, grabbing the hoodie in his large palm. He placed it on the comforter and approached her at the bathroom door. "Don't throw your stuff at me."
"You're pissing me the fuck off. You can't leave me alone for two minutes."
"I thought you liked it that way." He grinned. "Besides, monitoring you is a good way to think up punishments for that whole 'handcuffing me to a radiator and leaving your friends to find me' thing."
"You deserved that." She laughed bitterly, turning back to him. "It's like I said before, you don't give me my rewards then I'll take them from you." Stu watched her walk further into the en suite of their shared hotel room. She clutched a make-up wipe in her hand, swiping it over her face to rid her of the products she had put on for the show earlier. He crept behind her, an amazing feat for such a big guy, talking to her reflection in the circular mirror. She caught the look in his eyes, the jade green colour striking in a room of pure white. The Englishman leant down to her shoulder, simply whispering into her ear with his deep brogue.
"You won't win." She bit her lip, trying to hold her tongue but to no avail. The wipe was placed in the bin underneath the basin before she twisted around in his arms, forcefully pushing him away from her.
"Being around you twenty-four-seven is punishment enough, don't you think?" Katie tilted her head expecting a response, instead receiving another smirk. That was just as smart as his arrogant remarks. She screwed up her face, shoving him out of the bathroom and slamming the door. "Get fucked, Bennett."
He listened to the water being turned on through the wooden barricade and sighed deeply, kicking off his shoes and then balling his socks up and throwing them into his suitcase. It was clear that when she told him to get fucked that she was playing her usual game. Maybe he did want to 'get fucked'. Stu waited a few moments to collect his thoughts before strolling into the bathroom like nobody's business. He flushed the toilet in the corner of the room, smirking afterwards with his arms crossed over his broad chest. The next thing he heard was a shriek from his rookie; the water had turned stone cold right in the middle of her relaxing shower. He shouted over her squeals in the small room.
"Water a little too cold for you, love?" She pushed the glass door of the shower half-open, growling and gritting her teeth, knowing that 'love' was said in spite.
"What the fuck is your problem? Do you want me to catch hypothermia?" Stu chuckled at her anger, frustration taking her voice to higher octaves than either of them thought possible. She let out a long breath in an attempt to calm herself down. "You know what? Don't answer that just give me my towel and I'll go and shower elsewhere."
"What? This towel?" He picked up the fresh, warm white towel from the heated rail and held it out to her, shaking his head. "I don't think so." Katie groaned, holding her hand out of the half-open frosted glass door gesturing to him to give her the towel. She took a deep breath to calm her shivering body.
"Give it to me right now." Stu smirked at her words, his thin lips curving into an evil simper.
"Did I hear you correctly? You want me to give it to you?" She poked her head around the shower door, her eyes narrowing and water dripping from her nose.
"Don't."
"No, no. You said that you want me to give it to you. Perhaps I do owe you one, for that win at FCW..." He threw the towel to the bathroom floor before stepping closer to the shower. Katie stared at his figure through the glass, her hot breath fanning across it, obscuring her vision further. With every step he took, Stu removed more clothing; his shirt and dress pants were dropped to the floor one after the other with soft thuds, Katie's breathing was getting heavier as he got nearer to the shower. The water had gotten back to a regulated temperature; steam was rising fast over the top of the cubicle, and droplets were streaming down the curve of her spine.
"What are you doing?" Her voice had a hint of playfulness; she knew exactly what he was doing. It seemed as if he was testing her with everything that he had. He stood naked in front of the frosted glass, a mass of tanned skin distorted by it. She felt the warmth of his hand on top of hers as she gripped the edge of the door, defeated as he pushed it open with ease. He licked his lips before stepping inside the cubicle with her.
"Just shut your mouth for once, Katie."
"Or what? Are you going to shut it for me?" No words were needed; his answer was on her lips as soon as she let out a breath. He cupped her face in his hands pulling her back under the hot water gushing out of the shower head, pooling around their feet and into the drain. She squeezed her eyes shut as the kiss intensified and the water soaked their bodies; their tongues mingled together, Stu gaining the upper hand with the required agility. He stepped forwards, pushing her back against the cold, tiled wall and out of the way of the torrent of water. Katie bit her lip as he smoothed his dark wet hair back, his muscles flexing whilst doing so. He stood under the water with his eyes closed, letting the spray cleanse his skin, leaving tiny droplets behind on the tanned surface. She knew he was teasing her, waiting for her to make the next move; to give in.
And give in she did. She trailed a questing finger from the top of his pectorals, down his torso to his abdominals. Stu tensed them, watching her movements intently and silently willing her to go lower. Her fingertips lightly pressed in the indents before she got to her knees and used her tongue instead. A moan escaped him at the feeling of her tongue trailing his hard muscles, dipping lower to brush against his throbbing member. She gripped her hand around his velvety flesh, her eyes flicking up his body to meet his intense stare. He raised his eyebrows suggestively once, smirking down at her; she took the blunt tip of him into her hot mouth, suckling gently. Her tongue swirled around the tip in a circular motion; Stu pulled the shower head away from her so that the water was trickling down her back instead of directly on top of her head, a tickling sensation whipped down her spine. She giggled against him, the vibrations around his cock causing him to groan and grip his hands in her soaking wet hair. He guided her up and down his length as she sucked him deep into her mouth; his mind was swimming with desire, he was about ready to explode. The feeling of her rhythmic hand wasn't helping matters either; he suddenly pulled her off of him, forcing her to stand.
"Well, that's one thing I don't have to teach you..." He whispered in her ear to which she pushed herself flush against him in answer and mewled when he trailed his lips along her neckline. She tilted her head to the side, allowing him more of her soft skin to feast on like a hungry animal; she could feel his hands dipping from her shoulder blades down to the curve of her backside. He reached her jaw with his lips, grazing his teeth against her before sucking on her ear lobe. Katie opened her eyes after momentarily letting them slip shut; there was no doubt in either of their minds that they were both enjoying this. She almost fell into his arms when he brought his large palm hard onto her rounded cheek; she braced herself on his biceps from the impact, a small yelp sounding in the steamy atmosphere. That spank was for Stu's compromising position in handcuffs. He smirked against her lips, pushing his forceful tongue through the once-firm seam when she parted her lips in a breath.
Stu slipped his hand in between her thighs, licking his lips hungrily. She groaned when he curled his forefinger down her silken folds and teased her entrance, slick and ready for him. He grinned when she rocked her hips against his talented digits, moving languidly inside her, pressing down on her spot; he locked his lips with hers once more, pulling his fingers away and lifting her to him. Her back sliding against the cold tiled wall was too much of a strange contrast, a shiver coursing through her because of it. He held the back of one of her thighs in each hand, opening her to him completely. She gasped when he entered her swiftly, his member immediately becoming accustomed to the warmth by plunging into her. His thrusts were leisurely, much like his fingers, for a reason. He wanted to draw out the pleasure they were feeling, which wasn't much of a punishment when it all came down to it. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist in the hope of guiding him deeper into her; her honeyed depths swallowing just over half of his length. Stu grazed his teeth across her collarbone as he began to thrust faster; she bounced on top of him, screaming when he hit the spot within her that was the most sensitive. He was quick to halt his movements, covering her mouth with his hand and breathing heavily into her ear.
"You want your friends to hear you next door?" She shook her head defiantly, no. No one was allowed to know what they were up to. "Think you could keep quiet then?" She shook her head another time to which he smirked devilishly. The woman was powerless to resist his advances, no control over her body anymore.
He kept his hand clasped firmly over her mouth as he began to find his rhythm again; her moans were muffled but they spurred him on even more. She was kind of thankful that he had given her bruised wrists a rest, instead rubbing over her clit with his thumb to match his thrusts. He looked down at her with the most arrogant look he could muster. It was then that she realised why he had fucked her from behind the last time; at least from behind she didn't have to see his smug face. She hated how one minute there was a hint of lust between them and then the next minute she wanted the smack the look right off of his face. It wasn't just the fact that their relationship was explosive; she also hated that she was having the best sex of her entire life and she couldn't brag to anyone about it. He kept the pressure on her clit as his thrusts became demanding and possessive, Katie slipping up and down the wall in the process. She groaned into his hand, biting down on it when she came undone; her legs were quivering, walls contracting and tightening around his still pulsing member. He braced the tiled wall with both hands, her grip around his waist was greater as he let go of her. She lifted her head from his shoulder to meet his gaze, a sincere smile spreading across his lips as he leant his forehead against hers and released into her. His thrusts returned to their languid state prior to halting completely.
They stood under the torrent of hot water together, his arms wrapped around her from behind. He placed a slow kiss on her bare shoulder, nuzzling his nose against her skin. Katie frowned, she didn't think that sort of affection was part of the deal. She let out a laboured breath before speaking in the silence of the bathroom.
"Maybe we...shouldn't cuddle." Stu loosened his grip on her, almost immediately pulling away and shutting off the water.
"Yeah."
"You know, I never had you down as the cuddling type."
"I'm not." He defended. "I don't know what came over me."
"Yeah, what on earth possessed you to want to wrap your arms around my shuddering, naked body?" There was a hint of tease in her voice; she had caught him out of character and now he was putting up that wall once more.
"I don't know what possessed me but I won't make that mistake again." Stu mumbled, opening the frosted glass door and climbing out without a second glance. He walked back up to the shower once he had pulled a towel around his hips, holding one out for her to take. "Here." She scowled when he left the bathroom, leaving her to dry herself off.
"Now who's the hostile one?" When Katie walked into the bedroom, Stu had gotten changed into a pair of basketball shorts and was busy closing the blinds at the large windows.
"I think I'm going to get an early night." He spoke, turning around upon hearing her drop her towel. She pulled on a pair of purple lace panties and the Englishman's dress shirt, the middle two buttons done up to cover her body slightly. He hated how great she looked in his shirt; something about a woman wearing his discarded clothes after sleeping together really made him happy. "Perhaps you should too."
"Wait," Katie hushed, gripping onto his bicep. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"What?"
"Don't you have something to cuddle before you fall asleep?" She pouted, speaking in a baby voice to which he let out a frustrated groan. "Like a teeny-weenie teddy bear?"
"Very funny, Katie."
"I'm being serious; I figured that seeing as you liked to cuddle so much you'd have a companion..." He pulled back the covers, sitting on the edge of the bed, fluffing up his pillow. She smirked in response to his silence. "...Or do you just hug your pillow?"
"Neither."
"Are you being short with me because you're embarrassed? Have I embarrassed you?"
"I'm not embarrassed at all." He dismissed, speaking softer than before. "I'm just concerned that you don't like closeness."
"I can't get close to anyone emotionally. It's not just you so don't flatter yourself thinking that I'm scared of feeling something for you." She ran a hand through her towel-dried locks, climbing into the other side of the bed. "Ugh, I don't want to talk about this. I'm sleeping now." She shut off the bedside lamp, her back to him. Stu let out the biggest sigh he could muster; they had gone from fighting to mind-blowing sex and then back to fighting again. That seemed like the vicious cycle they were going to be stuck in for a long while, seeing as she felt as if she couldn't let anyone in. Not that he really cared; they were just fuck buddies, rewarding the good behaviour and punishing the bad. He was Stu Bennett; he didn't have to worry about anyone but himself.
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